Xu Yang drifted down like a gentle breeze, a dead wild deer in his hand.
"Ah—"
Just then, a shrill scream cut through the mountain forest. Though it came from far away, he still recognized it as Hong Lei's voice—a sound filled with terror and pain.
'Something's happened!'
Xu Yang's expression shifted. He immediately released his Heart Spirit, which he had just withdrawn, letting it spread out to envelop his surroundings.
"Huh..."
He was about to sneak over and see what Hong Lei and Tian Kuan had encountered when his Heart Spirit suddenly detected something. A hundred zhang away, there was an area where the trees were all splintered and saber scars littered the ground. Experts had clearly clashed here. A patch of soil was stained with blood that had long since dried and turned black.
Xu Yang rushed over. The signs were recent, suggesting the fight had happened within the last few days.
Amidst the scarred battlefield, a few scraps of cloth stood out.
